Zhang Yan took out the Zhi Ma Fruit from his sleeve. As soon as this plump white fruit was removed, the bud split into four directions, and a white foal the size of a baby's palm leaped out, its curious and lively eyes glancing around.
This Zhi Ma, born from the spiritual nourishment of Earth Qi, took a thousand years to take form. Its entire body was snow-white and tender, with whirlwinds of cloud mist circling beneath its four hooves, exceptionally majestic. The yin energy in this place seemed to delight it greatly, as it let out a chirping sound like a bird, excitedly running around Zhang Yan before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Yan remained calm, not worried about the Zhi Ma getting lost. With the Ganoderma Bud in hand, no matter where this Zhi Ma ran off to, it would eventually return obediently.
Sure enough, not long after, the Zhi Ma returned, affectionately rubbing against Zhang Yan's feet.
